I walk the ground
In a world of soaring angels
Wings so beautiful and bright
While my horns only grow with scorn and sorrow
Envious of the beautiful span of those in the sky
How do I rise from this barren plane
How do I reach the freedom of that blue field
How do I file down these horns and join them in bliss
Why am I chained to this wasteland
Why do I envy these creatures
Why am I not content with what I have
These are questions I ask my self every day
But till I find the answers
I walk the ground
In a world of soaring angels
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
I walk the ground
In a world of soaring angels
Wings so beautiful and bright
While my horns only grow with scorn and sorrow
Envious of the beautiful span of those in the sky
How do I rise from this barren plane
How do I reach the freedom of that blue field
How do I file down these horns and join them in bliss
Why am I chained to this wasteland
Why do I envy these creatures
Why am I not content with what I have
These are questions I ask my self every day
But till I find the answers
I walk the ground
In a world of soaring angels
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